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O Canary

O Canary by Paul Salahuddin Armstrong O canary, Longing escape, Flee your cage, Into Light, Only blessing, O tortured soul. Hatred arises, Not from nothing, Inner torment, Chains of envy, Revulsion, Out to destroy. All beneficial, Beautiful and good. Shutting … Continue reading

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Tell-Lie-Vision (Tell-Eye-Vision)

By Heru (H. Emmanuel Ofori-Atta) Oh what a beautiful day it was when I threw away my t.v. Or should I say Tell-Eye-Vision? You see, I got tired of strangers telling me how I should look, feel, or listen. I … Continue reading

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Where is God Not – Mullah Nasruddin

My beloveds, I travelled again to the village of my friend Tekka, after years away. He had become very devout in his ways, sometimes a little pompous, but still the kind soul I had loved for years. I visited him, … Continue reading

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A Red, Red Rose – Robert Burns

Sung by Andy M. Stewart O my Luve’s like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June: O my Luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve … Continue reading

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The Fly – William Blake

Little Fly, Thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand Has brush’d away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink, & sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my … Continue reading

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Of Old Sat Freedom – Alfred Lord Tennyson

Of old sat Freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights: She heard the torrents meet. There in her place she did rejoice, Self-gather’d in her prophet-mind, But fragments of her mighty … Continue reading

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